Twenty-Nine Years Old (Part 2) [Edited]
"The most important issue is identity. Without identity proof, you will be unable to move forward." The fat man drew a heavy circle on the tablet.
Although Fatty and Bian Senlin are essentially the same person, their ages and appearances are very different. Although their facial features do have similarities when you look closely, more people would think that they are related by blood rather than the same person.
Therefore, if Bian Senlin wants to live here for a long time, it is unlikely that he will share the same identity with the fat man for a long time.
In today's society, although we don't feel it at ordinary times, identity proof is actually required everywhere.
For example, work, accommodation, travel, medical care, consumption, entertainment, etc., and even home residence registration will be conducted every once in a while.
"Second, it's about making a living." The fat man sighed and looked at Bian Senlin and said, "Have you ever thought about what you can do to support yourself now?"
Bian Senlin was stunned. He subconsciously thought that it must be related to his major, which was also what he had always pursued.
But he immediately realized that he was no longer a junior student in the Computer Science Department.
If things had gone normally, he would have gone for an internship after the end of this school year, and then after graduation he would have naturally worked in this industry to make a living.
But what about now? With no identity or education, in an industry that's constantly changing, and technology that's been constantly evolving for nine years, can the mediocre skills he learned in school really sustain him in this field?
Thinking of this, Bian Senlin felt a little worried.
"The third point is actually the simplest one," the fat man continued. "Nine years is neither long nor short. The changes aren't big, but they're not small either. You need to understand and adapt as quickly as possible."
Bian Senlin listened, nodded, and frowned in thought.
Then he found that he was stuck at the first step. Some things happen silently in life, and people even take them for granted, but when they are suddenly gone, he realizes the trouble.
If a normal person loses their ID card, they would at most apply for a new one, but how could he explain such a bizarre thing?
"We can share an identity in the short term, but it will definitely not work in the long term," the fat man tapped his head with a pen.
Then he glanced at Bian Senlin and said, "I don't have the confidence to lose dozens of pounds in such a short time. Even if I could, I wouldn't look nearly ten years younger. I believe you don't want to gain dozens of pounds either."
Bian Senlin froze, and in his mind he imagined himself rapidly expanding like a balloon, and his head flew up quickly.
The fat man sighed: "So, we still have to find a way to get an identity."
The fat man thought for a moment and said, "I remember that in the village back home, there was an aunt who married out and didn't transfer her household registration there. Later, when her family changed their household registration, they didn't register her. She stayed in the blacklist for many years, and only got re-registered two years ago."
"In some remote areas, due to management oversights in the early years, this situation is quite common, so we can also use this opportunity to supplement our household registration. However, we need to check the procedures, and there will probably be visits and investigations for the supplementary application, so we also need to contact them first..."
As the fat man was speaking, he turned around and opened the laptop on the desk to look up information, but when he looked up, he saw Bian Senlin standing beside him, hesitant to speak.
The fat man was stunned for a moment and asked, "Is there any problem?"
Bian Senlin was a little confused: "Should we try another method..."
The fat man scratched his head in annoyance, thinking he didn't want to bother others: "There are some people who specialize in this kind of business, but it has legal risks, and we don't have much recourse..."
"No, no," Bian Senlin quickly denied it when he saw that he had misunderstood.
"I thought about it, our biggest trouble comes from our inability to explain these bizarre things, such as why there are two side forests."
Bian Senlin pondered: "Since we can't figure it out, can't explain it, and can't even solve it, then why don't we ask for help?"
"Help? You mean..." The fat man stopped what he was doing and looked at the forest beside him.
Bian Senlin said seriously, "Seek help from the authorities. We don't understand, but there should be experts who do."
"Since the person I met behind the rift is most likely someone who maintains a similar order, even if he came from after 2023, he definitely didn't appear out of nowhere. Perhaps someone is already studying similar situations?"
"Even if official intervention is possible, it's still better than just the two of us trying to figure it out blindly. It could also solve the problem we find so troublesome."
The fat man frowned and rubbed his two fingers subconsciously. He was considering the feasibility of the method mentioned by Bian Senlin.
Before this, he had never thought about the method that Bian Senlin mentioned. Firstly, he had more thoughts and concerns than Bian Senlin, and secondly, he was always anxious about things that could not be predicted.
Years of experience have made him more accustomed to solving problems on his own, and he finds it difficult to entrust others with certain things.
But after a moment, he felt relieved. He laughed at himself in his heart. That's right, what is there to worry about for those of us who are barefoot?
"It's somewhat feasible. After all, logically speaking, we have the same fingerprints and should have the same DNA, so there's a basis for convincing people."
The fat man smiled and said, "But we need to plan carefully what to do. We can't let others treat us as crazy and kick us out."
Afterwards, two Bian Senlins, one fat and one thin, gathered in front of the computer, looking up information, procedures and discussing plans.
After two and a half hours, both of them looked at the preliminary plan in their hands, feeling a little tired.
To be on the safe side, they decided to find a reliable DNA identification agency to issue a report first.
Originally they planned to call the police for help directly, but after discussion they decided to add this step.
On the one hand, they can further confirm whether the process of crossing the forest will cause any unknown changes to the body, or whether two people in different time and space are genetically exactly the same.
Secondly, when DNA sequencing shows that their samples are exactly the same and identical twins are ruled out by age, the institution will first suspect sample mix-up and will most likely contact them for resampling.
When sample confusion is ruled out, they will make an important attempt in this link to see if they can attract people from related fields.
It is much better to have people come to you on their own initiative than to go to you without any evidence.
Of course, there are certain risks here, and they don't want to be caught by unscrupulous people or organizations for experiments.
Here we need to conduct as detailed an investigation and screening of the identification agencies and laboratories as possible.
If this step does not achieve the desired results, they can also take the appraisal report to the police for help.
Fatty and Bian Senlin were not sure if this would work, but this was the most comprehensive plan they could think of at the moment.
After all, it’s a new thing for the past self to travel back in time 9 years later, and no one has any experience with it, right?
The fat man pinched his brows tiredly and said, "That's it. As we just said, I'll try to check the appraisal agencies we initially screened out in the next few days."
"You should use this time to quickly familiarize yourself with life here. It's also a good opportunity to see if the person who saved you will come."
Bian Senlin also stretched lazily: "If he could come and get me back, we wouldn't have to work so hard."
"I hope so... It's almost 3 o'clock, let's take a rest first. I, a humble office worker, still have to go to work tomorrow." The fat man rubbed his knees and stood up. This is the bad thing about being fat. It is easy to get rheumatism and other things. Sitting for a long time and getting up and walking down the stairs will make him shed tears.
The fat man looked at Bian Senlin, who was nimble and agile, and felt a little envious.
Bian Senlin glanced at his future self with sympathy, then looked around and asked, "Where should I sleep?"
He had just seen that in addition to this narrow outer room, there was also a small bedroom with a bed, a wardrobe and some miscellaneous items. Judging from the fat man's body shape, the bed was probably only big enough for him to sleep in.
The fat man motioned for him to move the chair away, then he dragged the long and narrow sofa out a little distance, lifted and lowered the backrest to turn it into a single bed.
Bian Senlin: "6, your place may be small, but it has everything you need."
"That's right." The fat man brought him a set of bedding from the bedroom. "After all, Donghai City is a place where every inch of land is worth a lot of money, unlike our Nanchuan."
Bian Senlin took the quilt and asked casually, "When did you come here?"
The fat man's expression was gloomy for a moment, then he returned to normal: "I will come out after graduation."
Bian Senlin was making the bed and didn't notice the fat man's abnormality. "Tsk... They say plans can't keep up with changes. Last time, a senior suggested that I do my internship in another province, but I refused without thinking. I always feel that the climate outside is not as good as in Nanchuan..."
An hour later.
The fat man's snoring had already started rhythmically, but Bian Senlin couldn't fall asleep at all.
The light from the street lamp outside shone through the glass door of the balcony. In the dim light, Bian Senlin stared blankly at Xiaoqiang who had just crawled out from behind the bookshelf.
Lying in the strange room, after his tense nerves relaxed, the belated feeling of confusion gradually overwhelmed him.
"It's just a birthday..." Bian Senlin felt a little melancholy.
He hadn't celebrated many birthdays since he was a child. On the few birthdays he had, he wasn't sure if it was because he was unlucky, but he was either beaten by his father for failing an exam, or he was treated to a meal of stir-fried pork with bamboo shoots for some strange reason.
Later, he heard the saying from somewhere: "Children get beaten for their lives, and adults get eaten for their lives."
He rarely celebrated his birthday after that, and strangely enough, he was also beaten less often after that.
This time, I had a rare opportunity to celebrate my birthday with the kindness of my classmates and friends, but I didn’t expect it to be so exciting.
He had been addicted to novels for a long time, and naturally had read various time-travel settings.
But when it really happened to him, he felt more at a loss as he was just an ordinary junior student who could only stand in the corner in a crowd.
He doesn't have any extraordinary skills or knowledge to dominate everyone. Although he is not completely ignorant of the rules of how society works, his poor social skills can only ensure that he lives in vain. He is a typical intuitive player.
Not to mention traveling to a much different era like the protagonist in the novel, even if it were only nine years later, he would still be at a loss.
If it had hit his future self, he would probably have been sleeping on the streets tonight.
But he didn't think the fat man had any obligation to support him all the time, even though in a sense they were the same person.
In fact, he now vaguely regretted asking for help from the outside world rashly. He saw the fat man's hesitation at that time.
From a certain perspective, he is an outsider and has never lived here. Although he is curious about what the future world and his future self will be like, he wants to go back more.
But it’s different for Fatty. He was born and raised here, and everything can be traced. Such a choice will have a huge impact on Fatty.
If someone with ulterior motives knew about their bizarre deeds, he would just leave if he could go back, but what about the fat man?
He was about to give up at that time, but unexpectedly the fat man agreed. He hesitated and told the fat man his worries, but the fat man comforted him instead.
Perhaps it was because he had experienced too much today, even though he had a lot of thoughts in his mind, sleepiness came over him as he thought about it.
In his last moments of consciousness, he thought about what the fat man had said: This is something new. We make choices in the dark. No one knows whether it's right or wrong until the end. The only thing we can do is keep going...
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